Saturday, February 26, 2011
My mom has been giving me miniature packages of tissues in my stocking at Christmas-time for a while now. Thus, when I moved, I made note of my 10-year supply.
I turned 35 in February.
Prior to this event, but post-move, I noticed a change in my body. I have a perma-runny nose. It's not bad, just a little leaky, like a dripping faucet, only a slow dripping faucet. I have to wipe my nose at least 5 times a day, and a casual sleeve or back of the hand wipe doesn't do it, I have to use, that's right, kleenex. If I don't, then, because we live in Utah, it dries into nice, visible crusties (cobwebs in the closet) at the bottom or top of the nose. I've found that it's hard to try to chip away the crusties in public without appearing to be picking your nose. So it's less socially awkward to grab a kleenex immediately when the faucet starts to leak.
Did my mom know it was coming? Was she preparing me for 35? Is there some anatomical change in the nose that everyone knows of but me?
So I've recently put a package of kleenex in my purse. I'm sure the temple bag, car, coat pocket, etc. are locations that are soon to follow. Next step . . . hanky?
Posted by Stacey at 10:09 PM